By David Jordan
Over time my anger has dwindled
I can feel it going:
The fire, the energy and the blood.
But I’m still glowing.
Aengus, son of light, still
Will call me in time to do as he bids.
For I am for the birds
And I am for the young
And all your power and grace and time.
Your melting clocks on the wall,
Your genius awakening at dawn.
I am on your side.